Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ultravox to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.